Chapter 91

Fishing is a technical job: baiting the spot, scattering the feed, waiting patiently, enticing the catch, and finally, a single strike to kill.

With two Saints by his side and the Void Mirror and Chaos Green Lotus suppressing the area, Lin Xian felt unprecedentedly relaxed, spending a leisurely period of time on Zhuofeng.

He set aside his cultivation, no longer seeking the Dao with a perspective of chasing fame and fortune.

Instead, it was as if he were in retirement, checking in and relaxing at the Taixuan Sect; today strolling over to the main peak, tomorrow going to the Star Peak to perceive the power of the stars.

When the sun set, he would return to Zhuofeng, find two or three good friends, brew tea, and discuss the Dao, feeling comfortable and carefree.

Moving freely, for a time he actually fulfilled the true meaning of nourishing life and conceiving the spirit in the Dao Palace.

Although he did not cultivate deliberately, his realm was still growing, marching toward the Second Level of the Dao Palace.

With earth and wood supporting each other, Lin Xian's second deity was the Wood Deity, the Green Emperor, becoming increasingly close to the natural Dao of Zhuofeng, witnessing the evolution from prosperity to decay.

It was as if mysterious trajectories appeared between heaven and earth, forming complex and profound rules and order, deriving mysterious patterns and designs.

"This mountain peak is not just a scripture; it is even a weapon."

Holding a Chaos Green Lotus in his hand, Lin Xian perceived the Green Wood Dao, comparing the differences between Zhuofeng and the Imperial Weapon, and could not help but whisper:

"A Saint Weapon doesn't have this aura, and an Imperial Weapon is impossible; could the founder of Zhuofeng be a Quasi-Emperor, and is this his Quasi-Emperor Weapon?"

If that were truly the case, the founder of Zhuofeng was indeed remarkable, using mountains, rivers, the sun, and the moon as an array, and grass, trees, and the breeze as weapons, making one think of that Jar Huang Tiandi from the countless epochs of the Saint Ruins era.

At the beginning of ancient times, who passed down the Dao?

It was the ancestors themselves who observed the mountains and rivers, touched the grass and trees, entered the vast seas, gazed at the stars, and reached out to all things; only then did the Dao gradually come into being!

Heaven and earth change, epochs alternate, and the Great Dao collapses; only those mountains, rivers, sun, and moon, and the breeze remain unchanged, collapsing and reforming, withering and flourishing, like one reincarnation after another.

The epochs of millions of years are long, and the eras of tens of millions of years are lasting; cultivators lament ancient history, yet forget that the star beneath their feet has already passed through billions of years of time.

As fifty-six billion years of time flow by, where is the great power?

It is in the vast seas, in the deep blue, among the stars; it is everywhere, hanging upon all things in the universe!

"A grain of dust, a blade of grass, all can chant scriptures!"

"This is the true natural scripture, this is the true natural Dao!"

Lin Xian smiled knowingly and walked toward the pavilion halfway up the mountain. Ye Fan was there, and he wanted to return the Bodhi Seed to him.

A bright moon shone, light and shadow mottled, the moonlight cool; a few people sat idly in the courtyard enjoying the moon.

Ye Fan looked up at the bright moon in the starry sky, unable to help but miss his hometown. His poetic spirit surged, and he softly chanted: "Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon between the mountains, which the ear catches as sound and the eye meets to become color; taking them is not forbidden, using them is inexhaustible."

"What, you also want to take flight with the immortals to roam, and embrace the bright moon to last forever?"

"There are moons on both sides, choose one to embrace."

Lin Xian teased with a smile, stepping forward. One hand pinched the Chaos Green Lotus, while the other held the Bodhi Seed, merging with nature as if he were also an Undying Immortal Medicine.

He walked with lotuses blooming at every step, transcendent and refined, like a mountain spirit, resembling a lotus immortal, just like the Green Emperor commanding all things; all around, epiphyllum flowers bloomed and green vines hung down, beautiful beyond description.

Ye Fan, however, was in no mood to appreciate this beautiful scene, because he had two moons, one large and one small, on his left and right.

Originally, Ye Fan had invited Ji Ziyue out to enjoy the moon, but her older brother, Ji Haoyue, found out and insisted on tagging along.

Three moons serving Ye Fan alone—could this blessing be small?

Ji Haoyue glared at Ye Fan with murderous intent; as long as this brat dared to make a move, he would smash him with a "Sea Rising Bright Moon," and then it would be four moons serving one Ye Fan.

"Lin Shi, you have come... at a really bad time."

Ye Fan looked at the sky in despair, at a forty-five-degree angle, trying hard not to cry.

"Returning the Bodhi Seed to you."

Lin Xian handed the Undying Divine Medicine to Ye Fan. The vision behind him suddenly dissipated, returning to simplicity, turning into an ordinary mortal, and he said calmly: "However, there is one thing you got wrong."

"In this world, besides the breeze and the bright moon, there is one other thing that is inexhaustible."

"What is that?" Ye Fan took the Bodhi Seed. The Undying Divine Medicine took effect, and suddenly a great wisdom surged into his heart. A flash of inspiration struck, and he said thoughtfully: "Could it be love and justice?"

"Love your head!"

Lin Xian said irritably: "I'm talking about the Profound Yellow Mother Qi root inside your body. With this thing, it can continuously produce Profound Yellow Qi; it can be called a perpetual motion machine."

The stars are in chaos, yin and yang are mismatched, and Profound Yellow spews forth; ordinary people think that Profound Yellow is the Qi of Chaos.

But true cultivators naturally would not think so, believing that Profound is the essence of Heaven and Yellow is the marrow of Earth, which is the essence of Heaven and Earth; hence, Profound Yellow represents Heaven and Earth.

Profound Yellow is the essence of Heaven and Earth, the Mother Qi of all things, and an immortal object for tempering all tangible substances; it is no weaker than the Nine Great Divine Golds.

"So it can actually be produced?"

Ji Ziyue's eyes were incredibly excited, looking at Ye Fan as if he were a donkey on a production team. Her shiny little tiger teeth and cute little dimples appeared at the same time, and she said: "We have shared hardships together; we can be called friends of life and death. Quickly produce a few square units of Profound Yellow Mother Qi that can refine an Ultimate Imperial Weapon for me!"

Ji Haoyue also cast a strange look; Ultimate materials are something even ancient aristocratic families don't have many of.

"A square unit?" Ye Fan said irritably: "Do you really take me for a donkey on a production team? Besides, a single wisp of Profound Yellow Qi is enough to crush a mountain range; even if I wanted to take it, I can't bring it out right now."

"Who says so?" Lin Xian smiled slightly, raised the Chaos Green Lotus in his hand, and said leisurely: "Chaos gives birth to the Green Lotus; it can even carry Chaos Qi, let alone Profound Yellow Qi."

"That's still not enough. The Profound Yellow Mother Qi can probably only spit out one extra wisp of Profound Yellow Qi a year."

Ye Fan shook his head and said: "If you really want to collect enough Profound Yellow Qi to refine an Ultimate Imperial Weapon, you will have to wait for me for at least ten thousand years."

"Like that." Ji Ziyue immediately pouted in disappointment. Ten thousand years is too long; she would have turned from a little fairy into an old woman, so what would she need an Ultimate Imperial Weapon for?

"I have my own opportunities." Ji Haoyue had pride and was determined to seize an Imperial Weapon, but he also had backbone and could not do the dirty deed of snatching treasures from his own people.

Lin Xian, however, didn't care at all, saying leisurely: "Ten thousand years is but a snap of the fingers. The material for one Imperial Weapon; in one hundred thousand years, that's ten Imperial Weapons. If it's one million years, maybe you could pile up enough material for an Immortal Artifact."

The Ye Huang Tiandi's wool can never be fully shorn; it can never be fully shorn.

This is also the reason why Lin Xian doesn't go looking for other Immortal Golds. Immortal Golds are hard to come by and even more dangerous; how could that be as happy as sitting on a gold mountain and waiting to collect interest?

"One million years, Lin Shi, you really think highly of me." Ye Fan was between laughter and tears, shook his head, and said: "Who in the world can be immortal? If I really lived for one million years, I would have already become an immortal."

"By then, don't talk about Imperial Weapon materials; even if it's an Immortal Artifact, I'll refine one for you."

(End of this chapter)